Raffaele's pov
Groaning to myself, I run my hand through my slightly longer hair as regret starts filling in.
I don't even know when I agreed to my baby's request to start going to a therapist, heck at that moment she could ask for my head and I'd gladly give her without questions and her asking me for anything at all is rare not forgetting the fact she is jumpy and still scared of me.
I let out another groan, annoyed at the fact that I keep loosing control in front of her and that is the last thing I ever want to happen
I want to always show her the best of me but somehow the people around me seem to be in disagreement with what I want.
Wetting my lips I step into the bathroom and a small smirk appears on my lips at the thought of teasing my little beloved.
Stepping out, I walk back into the room to see her perched on the couch, reading from a book with a faraway look in her beautiful blue orbs.
Damn.
